Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2017 07:44:14 +1000
From: Taylor Foxx
Subject: My Son's Friends | Gay Incest | Niall Part 1
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My Son's Friends | Niall Part 1
"Well, if that's really what you want then," I said, yanking the boy off my
cock as I sumultaenously pulled the plug in the drain. I imagined Riley's
hole probably looked pretty similar to the gaping drain.
I didn't want his spasms to make me cum, so I let him flop around in the
water as he finished off his boygasm, and I got off and dried myself.
"Well do your little brother instead of you, then," I said, looking at him
as I toweled off my balls. I then dropped the towel to where he could grab
it. "Why don't you dry off and go to bed. I'll take it from here."
And with that, I walked out of the bathroom. I felt like I was putting on a
bit of a show, acting so calm and confident. That's what my son's friends
seemed to like - that their quiet, nerdy little friend had a dad who just
exuded strength and manliness (and cock pheromones).
In reality, I was shaking in my boots - or would have been, if I'd had any
on. What I'd just done, well there was no doubt about it - I'd crossed a
line. Sure, this whole thing I had going with my son's friends was about
pushing boundaries - both mine and theirs.
This wasn't pushing a boundary. This was obliterating every possible
boundary I could conceive of. I began to run through the "rules" i have set
for myself since all this started, and how many of them I was breaking at
once:
- Rule #1: No cock for boys who don't CLEARLY want it. I had my suspicions
about Niall, but I had no real clear sign from him, as I usually
did. Hopefully my suspicions would be right, or else this was gonna get
ugly fast.
- Rule #2: NO ONE can find out. Yeah, there were 5 men I barely knew
downstairs, and all had enough evidence to get me into big trouble.
- Rule #3: NO strangers in the house. That was just a general for
babysitting (and fucking the boys under my watch as well). Broken 5 times
in under two hours.
I stopped myself before I went on and lost my nerve. I had made too many
promises to the men downstairs, and now to Riley, that we'd use
Niall. There was no way I was going back on it - not with a load still
boiling in my balls anyway.
But I could minimise it. I could make it better for him. And hat meant I
had to do 2 things:
First, I had to go downstairs and talk to the men in the kitchen. I had to
find out what their desires were, and then determine which of those could
happen. I had to lay down ground rules to save my own ass (and Niall's, if
posisble).
Then, and for some reason this felt more daunting, I had to wake up sweet
little Niall and try to explain to him, in some way he can understand, what
is going to happen to him. I knew this would be impossible, that there was
no way his mind could comprehend the idea of sex -- especially a sleazy gay
orgy like he was going to have. I wasn't just going to spring 5 cocks on
him at once. I had to give him some kind of pep talk.
In the kitchen, first, I found the men in more or less the same state as
when I left them -- drunk, horny, and rowdy as fuck. They all still wore
the various waredrobe pieces from Riley and Niall's dad's closet. The
variety of brown and white cocks were all still visible, in various states
of erection - but nothing flaccid in the house.
When I came in, the conversation died down, with Jax stil laughing stupidly
ad something until Yousseff smacked him on the side of the head. I could
tell by their grins they heard a little bit of my conversation with
Riley. Mal's dick was causing a literal puddle between his feet as his cock
snaked down his thigh. He was still wearing Riley's ripped undies.
"All right," I said. "First thing's first. We have to lay down some ground
rules. If we're gonna do this, we have to be smart about it."
I did my best to ignore the grumbling of the men as I laid out my rules:
1. I am in complete control of this situation. I can order anyone to stop
doing anything at any time. I can order anyone to leave the house at any
time.
2. I dictate what we do, and what order we do it in, and how we do it.
3. Everyone uses condoms. This one got a lot of grumbling, especially from
Elijah. Mal pointed out that it was hypocritical, and I had to give it to
him - he had a point. Less than an hour ago I'd let Riley's ass act as a
cocktail glass for both Yousseff and Mal. But Niall was different. He was a
virgin - and it just seemed like I had to keep SOME barriers on this thing
or else it would get out of control.
4. No permanent marks. That goes for both the boy and the furniture.
These rules had the guys in a bit of a grumpy mood (or just hornily
angry). But I knew how I could placate them - after they'd stopped
grumbling, I announced that I was now taking suggestions.
I opened up the discussion to the group and allowed the men to tell me (and
everyone) what they most wanted to do when they got their turn with
Niall. This was a practical job, and also something a bit deeper.
See, orchestrating a five-on-one orgy was difficult, even if the bottom at
the eye of the storm was an experienced whore. It was just a fact that
cocks outnumbered holes in such a situation, and things had a tendency to
go hectic if someone wasn't taking charge. So listening to each man state
what he most wanted to do allowed me to come up with a timeline of sorts, a
plan for how Niall's first time was going to go.
But this, even more than the candid conversations I'd had with each guy by
this point, was also a chance for me to understand these men at their
core. Hearing a guy's ultimate fantasy in this context was truly a glimpse
into his soul, and I was furiously taking notes in my head.
Finally, after what felt like an hour, all the guys seemed to have gotten
all of their desires off their chests. Which meant I couldn't put it off
any longer. It was time to go wake up Niall and get this party started.
***
I slowly opened the door and stepped into the room. Immediately I
recoganized the sweet smell of sleeping boy. There was soap, too, and I saw
that Riley had come into the room and climbed into the bottom bunk. He was
clearly conked out, absolutely wiped from his night.
It was very dim - there was just a bit of light coming in the
window. Jeeze, the sun would be up soon. I crossed the room and drew the
curtains, then flicked on the tiny choo choo train nightlight and took
stock of where I was standing.
The room was obviously done up in part for Niall. There was a big carpet on
the ground that had a cartoonish road map, and the light blue walls had a
banner of bananas and monkeys around the top.
The best part was the beds. The bunk beds were made of cheap white metal
and thin mattresses. Riley had explained explained that he got bottom bunk
because he was bigger (and the bottom bunk had a double mattress while the
top was a single).
That meant Roley's sheets were the ones with bright colored shapes like
paint splatters.
Niall must have a thing for monkeys, because some cartoonish ape I didn't
recognize dotted his sheets up top.
I marvelled for a long moment at how little the lump on that top bunk
was. He barely took up any of the mattress all cruled up like he was. I
could only see his mop of read hair on his pillow as he faced the wall away
from me.
It was against my fatherly instinct to wake a kid up when he was sleeping
peacefully. I knew from my own son that a sleeping child is a rare and
blessed thing. But Niall needed to wake up before those men downstairs came
up here and woke him up.
I started to move toward the bed when I saw Riley down on the bottom bunk
shift slightly. I paused, unable to tell if he was asleep or not. Just in
case, before I started to climb up the ladder, I leaned down and whispered
to him:
"Unless you decide you wanna join in, you should keep sleeping, buddy," I
said. I don't know if he heard me and ignored me or was actually
asleep. Either way, I didn't want him interfering with my pep talk.
Niall was a heavy sleeper and didn't even move as I climbed up onto the
bed, feeling like the thing was gonan collapse at any moment. He finally
started to stir when I pulled back the covers and wrapped myself around the
back of him, pulling his head into my hairy chest and grinding my crotch up
against his backside.
He moaned a little bit, then broke my heard when he said, "Daddy?" and
nuzzled into me a bit. So this boy slept cuddled with his daddy
sometimes. Interesting.
"No, Niall. Not Daddy. Me."
This seemed to pull Niall out of his sleep a bit, and he turned around to
look at me with wide eyes.
"it's ok, buddy," I said, smiling down at him. "Relax. It's time to wake
up. I need to talk to you."
I rolled over onto my back, taking Niall with me. I spun him around so he
was sitting up, and the poor sleepy thing just moved like a rag doll until
he was upright, straddling my stomach facing me.
A few inches back and he'd be sitting squarely on the flaring head of my
cock, but that wasn't what I was here for. Not yet.
I gave Niall a second to get his bearings, and then I began to talk to him,
softly, sweetly.
I started out with compliments. It works well on sweet ones like him. Some
boys like sarcastic teasing and flirty, but some of my son's friends were a
little too coy for that and needed some tenderness.
So I told Niall how much I liked him, and how good looking I thougth he
was. I told him he was the cutest boy in the family (really hoping Riley
was asleep), and that I could tell he was his mommy and daddy's favorite.
Then, slowly, I told him that lots of people noticed how cute he was. Lots
fo men. Men like me. Special men.
I explained that some men loved Niall in a special way that even his mommy
and daddy didn't know about. And that these men's love for him was so
strong that it might seem confusing and even a little scary.
The whole time I gave this monolgoue, little Niall just stared at me, eyes
wide, not saying boo. Finally, he piped up.
"Uh, who are these men?"
Damn, the kid was practically begging for an orgy!
"Well, funny you should ask," I said. "Because a group of these men are
here, right now, and they want to meet you."
"N-now?" he said, almost in a whisper, his eyes somehow growing even
wider. "I don't..."
"Shhh, shhh," I said, pressing my thumb up against his little lips and
holding in there. It nearly covered all of his pink lips.
"I know you are shy. And I know this is probably a little weird and
scary. But that's ok, Niall. I just need you to try to relax. Meeting these
men is going to be a little weird, and a little scary, but it has to
happen, and it has to happen now, ok?"
I didn't move my thumb so he couldn't answer, but I swear he gave me the
faintest little nod. I began to run my thumb back and forth over his closed
lips.
"It's gonna be scary and painful, Niall, but you need to let it happen,
because these men love you. That's what's important to remember - these men
love you even more than Mommy and Daddy and Grandma and whoever else."
I stopped for a moment, staring at his quivering lips under my thumb. That
tiny mouth had never been violated by anything more than his own fingers
probably. No adult male apendage had ever crossed this threshold on his
face. That had to change.
Niall took in a sharp breath through his nose as my thumb breached his
lips.I almost wanted to laugh at how much just a thumb distorted Niall's
face. His lips were already nearing their maximum (for now) stretching
point, and all he'd done was taken my entire thumb into his mouth.
I pressed on his tongue as I said, "I need you to be brave for me and try
to behave during this. Just like when Mommy or Daddy takes you to the
dentist. I need you to put on your big boy face and take it. If you get
through this, you'll be like your big brother - you'll love it. Ok?"
I pulled my thumb out of his face so he could speak, a long trail of his
saliva connecting his bottom lip to my digit.
Maybe it was hearing that his big brother did this kind athing too, but to
my surprise Niall said "Ok." And just like that, I had his consent to have
a massive orgy.
I hopped out of bed and told him to wait here, then headed down to the
kitchen. All I had to do was say "He's ready," and the men all leapt at it,
most of them taking a beer with them as we paraded through the living room.
My son was no longer feigning sleep on the couch. It was morning, after
all. He sat on the couch staring at us, rubbing his red eyes. Looks like he
didn't get much sleep!
"Dad? What's going on? Where are you going?"
The men largely ignored my son, intent on what was waiting upstairs. But I
stopped to look at him.
"It's happneing," I said.
"With - with Riley again?"
"No," I said.
I watched the information slowly dawn on my son's face.
"You...you can't!" he said. Suddenly my son cared for Niall, apparently,
even though he never mentioned him and wasn't friends with him. I'd change
that, though. I would need Niall to join Riley whenever he came to visit.
"I can," I said. "And we are. Stay here and get some sleep."
And with that, I followed the men upstairs, watching as they disappeared
one by one down the hall leading to Niall's room.
***
I will say this. At the start, I did manage to keep some order and
disicpline to the whole thing. I convinced the men to start out slow, with
a basic cock introduction.
Due to the logistics of things, I had gotten Niall out of bed, stripped him
down to his (surprise) monkey underwear, and had him kneeling on the
roadmap carpet in the center of the room. I know it must have been
intimidating, with all five of us surrounding him, but I suppose that was
part of the point. I needed him to be a bit scared - it would make him
easier to control and convince.
"Ok, Niall. Now, remember how I told you these men love you in a very
different way? Well, they use a special part of their body to show their
love. Let's show him, boys."
Waistbands snapped and cloth swished as five adult cocks flapped out around
Niall. The shy little guy stayed quiet - they often do when they first get
a good look at an erect adult penis. I can't imagine what it was like to
see five cocks - all so different, only sharing one factor - their size.
The men were all jerking, and I knew we were about to have a bukkake on our
hands if I didn't move things along.
"Niall, I want you to go around to each man and introduce yourself by
shaking his cock and kissing the head of it. Start with me."
"What's...what's a cock?" he said, looking around him.
This got a good laugh out of all the men, who pressed in on him. I reached
down and grabbed Nialls' wrist, yanking it to the base of cock.
"This is a cock. Or a dick. Or a penis." I moved his small hand up my shaft
so it wrapped around my throbbing, wet head. "This is the head. This is
what you need to shake and kiss. Now, go on."
With no other options, Niall began to follow my instructions. I nearly shot
my load then and there as he shook my cock, and then slowly leaned forward
and placed the lightest kiss on my precum-soaked penis head.
The strangers around him let out a mixture of groans, grunts, and
cheers. This seemed to startle Niall, who stumbled back from my groin,
breaking his sweet kiss with my piss slit. He fell down onto his butt and
looked up at us. I can only imagine what he saw.
Once he'd collected himself and was back on his feet, I cooed some words of
encouragement at him and told him to move on to the next cock. To my
surprise, Niall doesn't move on to Jax, who's on my right, or Yousseff,
who's on my left. Instead, he looks around at each cock, and then settles
on Mal's cock for his next greeting.
This surprised me. The other men didn't seem to notice - probably because
they were all laser focused on Niall as he stepped over to the ugliest cock
in the room. But I pick up on these sort of little things. After working my
way through so many of my son's friends and classmates, I knew how to pick
up on the subtle, unconcious signs that tell me when a cock slut is hiding
inside the facade of a normal little boy. And Niall had just given me his
first sign.
For a moment, this made me consider if Niall loved Arab cock, or perhaps he
had a strange fetish for ugly dick. Maybe he was intrigued by the copious
amount of precum oozing from Mal's hooded head down to the carpet. (I'd
have to clean that up later).
But no, judging by the twisted, grossed-out expression on Niall's face, he
certainly didn't consider the cock to be appealing to look at. So that
meant that somewhere, deep inside, Niall understood the dynamics of gay
group sex. He knew that Mal was my beta, and therefore knew to serve him
next.
Niall confirmed my suspicions as he again defied logic and chose to skip
back over to Youssef. How did a boy who'd never had sex know to serve the
third in command next? Was it coincidnce? Or did it mean that instinctual
slutiness ran in this family's blood? We'd soon find out.
Having gently kissed three sets of piss slits, his lips now glistening with
prefuck cock juice, all eyes were on Niall to see who he would go for. Both
Jax and Elijah were jerking their cocks furiously, and they were even sorta
cooking and tisking at him like they were calling a puppy over.
The two men stepped forward, closing the circle on the little boy, and it
looked like Niall was about to make a decision when Elijah let out loud
"FUCK" and stumbled forward. Wouldn't ya know it, but he just happened to
fall forward into Niall's gently parted ilps, and with no warning, Niall
received his very first mouthful of cock. The fact that it was a black cock
belonging to a man he had met about 3 minutes ago, a man I barely knew,
made me want to cum right then and there.
`Woah, what the fuck'!" I said. He was skipping a step.
"Lego," he said, lifting up his foot so I could see the little yellow brick
he'd stepped on. "Daaamnn...tho. Dat mouth."
I knew the feeling of having your cock in the unexplored mouth of a little
virgin boy. I knew it was one of the best feelings in the world, and so
while I was irked at Elijah for jumping the gun, I didn't order him to
extract his cockhead from Nial's mouth.
Not to mention, it was such a hot and nasty sight. His eyes wide in shock,
his lips stretched thin even though all he had was about half of Elijah's
absurdly pink cock head lodged in the front of his mouth. Was he tasting
precum straight from the source now? Was this stranger's cock leaking onto
his tongue? If I was a betting man, I'd say yes.
I really should have objected when Eliah said, "Let me just fuck dat a
little." But I didn't stop him, becuase he did just do a little. Tiny
thrusts, back and forth, making Niall's no longer virginal lips stretch and
release, stretch and release around the unsheathed cock head.
"Just don't bust," I said, nearlying busting myself.
"Nah, not yet, little one," Elijah said, more to Niall than me.
After a while, when Niall was starting to look a little blue in the fact,
Elijah finally pulled his cock head out, stretching a thick glob of precum
from his cockhead to Niall's chin. Fuck. How much of that cock gunk was now
swimming in Niall's stomach?
"My turn!" Jax said, stepping forward.
"Wait, I--" Niall started to protest, but before he could get out whatever
else he had to say, he found himself sucking on the second cock of his
life. This time it was a curved, raging redneck cock held forward by a
heavily tattooed hand.
Niall reacted much the same - though with a little more panic in his face
as Jax racheted up the thrusts, going deeper and triggering Niall's gag
reflex for the first time.
Looking back on what unfolded next makes me realize how stupid my plan had
been for an organized orgy in the first place. We weren't even into the
real serious cock sucking before the men were overstepping their
boundaries, reaching forward and passing Niall back and forth, all wanting
to try feeding him their cock heads and making him gag.
It was the first instance of `What-aboutism" at that party. The guys seemed
to feel that if one guy got to do something, it was only fair all the other
guys got to do the same. But of course, they all pushed their boundaries
when it was their turn, and before I knew it, I myself was trying to cram
my entire cock down Niall's throat while Mal tried to shove his face
forward by pressing his foot on the back of the boy's head.
When Niall snarfed and let out a splatter of wet throat gunk, I told Mal to
put his foot down so we could give the kid a break. As soon as his foot was
down, Mal went tumbling backwards, landing in a panting heap on the
carpet. He looked a mess - so scrawny and tiny in his little briefs, his
chest heving, ribs on display, covered in his own saliva and cock slime
from five different men.
"All right, all right, let's hold off for a sec," I said, as we stared down
at him.
I thought I heard a few sobs from Niall, but he was too out of breath to
really give it his all.
"Why don't we take a break from that and get onto our first fetish. Jax,
you're up."
Even though Jax wasn't ranking very high in the pack, I had to give his
fetish first - it was a gateway for the rest of the night, and in some
ways, the easiest of the four fetishes Niall would be facing from each of
his new friends.
"Fuck yeah, I'm ready," Jax said, grinning wide and stepping forward. He
was still wearing Niall's dad's suitpants with suspenders, though the fly
was completely undone so his white trash cock and balls could be on full
display.
"How do you want him?" I asked.
Jax looked around the room, jerking himself while trying to find the right
spot.
"There," he said, nodding to a little blue plastic chair near the foot of
the bed.
"All right, chair it is," I said, bending down and picking Niall up.
"You OK buddy?" I asked, knowing full well he was not ok. But maybe it was
because he was so shy, or maybe because he was so scared - Naill didn't say
much of anything at all.
I took that as a cue that he was ready.
"Now listen," I said, squatting in front of him so low my balls were
dragging on the carpet. "Each of these men here has a special trick! A
special thing they want to show you."
"Is that..." Niall said quietly. Then, still to shy to speak out loud in
front of the group (but not too shy to suck all their cocks, I guess?)
Niall leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "Is that how they love me?"
Aww, this kid was a real sweety. "Yes, buddy. That's how they show you they
love you. Each is gonna show you in a different way, and Jax here is gonna
go first. But for Jax to show you his love, you gotta go get in your chair
over there."
Niall looked at me anxiously, but eventually turned toward the chair. A
not-so-light swat on his ass got him moving, though, and pretty soon the
scrawny kid was seated in the chair, silently staring at the five naked men
in his bedroom.
Jax stepped forward, clearly amped up about his moment to shine. I was
nervous about his fetish - about all their fetishes - but I knew allowing
them to have the fetish was gonna make this night go a lot easier on Niall.
"We good to go, man?" the redneck asked me, and I gave him a silent nod.
Then Jax stepped forward, and once again put his cock into Niall's face
hole and began to fuck him. Niall let out a little whimper at this, clearly
not happy to be back to sucking cock so soon.
My heart was racing as I watched Jax pump his long, curved white cock into
Niall's skull. He was really longdicking it, squeezing his the part of his
shaft that he couldn't get into that tiny mouth.
Fuck, my heart was pounding. This was cruel. I really should warn
Niall. But that was the whole fetish, waasn't it? Jax really wanted Niall's
first load of man milk to be a total and complete suprise.
"Mind if I smoke?" Jax asked, fishing around in the suit pants pockets and
withdrawing a lighter and a pack of cigarettes.
"Erm...I dunno...the smell lingers," I said, still staring at Niall
struggling with that curved cock.
"It's fine, theyre Menthols," he said, lighting up. Fuck. This was getting
out of hand again. Smoking in front of the kids? Not good for their health!
Then again, neither was a rough deep dicking with a curved redneck
cock. Not judging by Niall's bloodshot eyes and the gunk pouring down his
chin and neck.
"Damn this mouth is hot," Jax said. "And damn...I got another fetish I
forgot to tell you about."
"What? What are you talking about?" I said, stepping forward, ready to pull
the plug.
But I felt a hand a few hands on my shoulder, and realized that all the
guys were trying to stop me. They weren't yanking me back, but rather
pushing down on my shoulders like they would if they thought I was about to
start a bar fight.
"What....what is it?" I asked.
"This," Jax said. And then I saw him lean forward over Niall and open his
mouth to let a huge glob of spit fall, SPLAT, on the boy's left eye.
"Oh fuck," I whispered, instantly thankful that the men had held me
back. God, that was so nasty - how had I never thought to try spitting on
any of my boys? Damn...
SPLAT
SPLAT
HAWWWKCKCKCK SPLAT
Two more spit balls followed by a real loogie. The first splat landed on
the crown of Niall's head, mussing up his hair. The second followed on his
right cheek, making it so the boy now had to squint both eyes as he took
cock down his throat.
The last one, the juicy one, Jax spat onto his cock as it thrusted in and
out, instantly pushed into Niall's helpless mouth.
"Awww, fuck, that's gonna do it," Jax moaned, then threw his head back and
said, "Surprise!" which got a laugh out of the room.
We all crowded around even closer as Jax's balls rose up and began pumping
the sperm up his shaft. Jax made the wise choice to have just his cock head
in there - no one wanted to clog up Niall's sinuses just yet.
Of course, this also meant that Jax's man milk suprise must have landed
squarely on Niall's depressed and beaten tongue.
"FUCK YEAH, FAGGOT!" Jax yelled out. Thankfully Niall didn't understand
that word (at least, not yet). "SUCK MY CUM, BITCH!"
But Niall didn't suck - I watched the desperate panic in his eyes as his
mouth began to fill up. His little cheeks began to puff up like a squirrel
who had a mouthful of nuts - though he had a mouthful of what had just been
in Jax's nuts.
I realized he was about to start spilling, and I knew Jax wouldnt have
that. He was very specific that he wanted Niall to drink the entirety of
this surprise load. So I did what any good chaperone would do.
I reached forward and pinched Niall's small nose, then ordered him to
swallow Jax's milk.
The men let out another cheer (and a few more spits from Youssef and
Elijah, and a loogie from Mal) when we saw Niall's tiny throat begin to
work in overtime, desperately trying to swallow the unknown substance still
cascading across his tongue. That was it. He'd done it. Niall was a cum
slut, officially.
Finally, after what felt like a full minute, Jax made it clear he had
emptied his nuts and withdrew his cock from the stunned boy's mouth.
Niall immediately started frantically wiping his mouth as he coughed, one
eye still shut under Jax's spit. I noticed a bit of cigarette ash mixed in
there too. Fuck.
"Was that -" Niall sputtered between gasps for air. "Was that pee?" he
said, clearly horrified.
We all had a laugh again. "No, buddy," I said, patting his head. "That was
called cum. Or man milk. Or sperm. Or dick juice. Or cock snot. And there's
a lot more where that came from, so get ready."
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